Joy Shaw lifted her eyes and noticed Marcus Knight's gaze.
The color of the man's eyes darkened, and his usually expressionless face became even more somber.
Joy Shaw thought, I'm doomed.
Just as she was about to put it away, Marcus Knight approached.
She checked the time; it was almost twelve, lunchtime, and he was bringing her food.
Joy Shaw knew Marcus Knight was busy with work. She had told him he didn't need to bring her food, yet he seemed worried she'd get caught up in surgery and forget to eat, so he came specifically to keep an eye on her.
Marcus Knight's thin lips pressed firmly together. In Joy Shaw's memory, it was the first time he looked at her with such a cold expression.
Definitely a misunderstanding.
Joy Shaw opened the box of medicine and explained, "It's not what you think. Look, the medicine is still here; I didn't take it."
Marcus Knight said nothing.
